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Down the river

A while ago Meebs, Robbie & I, when we were unemployed, took a trip down the Thames. It's one of those things you just have to do, so we did and it was pretty awesome (and not really that expensive. Also soon it should be incorporated as a mode of transport in London, so you should be able to use it with your Oyster card!) Here are a couple of pics, sorry if they're a bit grainy - also I'm starting from the end of the trip and working forward.

Near The Dome, there is a tree statue in the river, made from metal

The dome

and again...

slightly different angle

some fancy houses - love to live there!

The city from the river

The London version of a beach front property with private beach options

The Gherkin sneaks through the skyline.

Hmm... wonder what bridge that is?

Anything?

Helping at all?

Meebs practicing her boating face for Menorca

That bridge again!!!

Robbie sneaks into the picture. Also featured is a war ship of some sorts?

Not very obvious, but in the dry dock is a wonderful replica of an olden days boat.

Will Shake (not related to Shabir) 's Globe Theatre

St. Pauls Cathedral stands proud

The wobbly bridge

Tate Modern

An example of some of the houses along this river

St. Pauls on the left, with the Gherkin pretty much dominating the centre.

No prizes here - Westminster Cath. & Big Ben

Robbie & some gallery building I think - could be mistaken?

The final bridge - London?


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